| "...everyone has a skeleton
and a closet to keep it in
and you're mine." |
| |
| Engel! Es ware ein Platz, den wire nicht wissen...
"Angel! If there were a place we didn't know of, and there,
on some unsayable carpet, lovers displayed
what they could never bring to mastery here--the bold
exploits of their high-flying hearts,
their towers of pleasure, their ladders
that have long since been standing were there was no ground,
leaning
just on each other, trembling,--and could master all this,
before the surrounding spectators, the innumerable soundless dead:
Would these, then, throw down their final, forever saved-up,
forever hidden, unknown to us, eternally valid,
coins of happiness before the at last
genuinely smiling pair on the gratified
carpet?"
Rilke |
| |
